‘How did she do it?’, he wondered.‘Your cock seems bigger now than before,’ she teased with a smile. ‘Show it to me.’Always the exhibition...st and proud of his equipment he rolled his briefs over his erection and dropped them to the floor, his eyes not leaving hers as she lustfully watched his erection smack against his stomach.‘Stand facing the wall with your arms and legs spread, and put your hands on the wall,’ he told her in a firm voice.Ever curious and eager for new experiences she. But still, it’s… it’s…’ ”Strange?’ ‘Peculiar?’ ‘Different?’ I’ve heard all those words before — and quite a few others — to describe it. I’m used to it.’ I shrugged. ‘The gloves are very much a part of me, as does what they conceal.’ ‘So what do the gloves conceal?’ she challenged. ‘Are your hands disfigured? Are you suffering from some sort of disease?’ ‘They’re definitely not disfigured,’ I assured my friend, ‘but I’m not sure if ‘disease’ is an appropriate word…’ Crystal leaned back in. "Shit," he said quietly to himself.He edged up closer and luckily he could see there was a small chink in the curtains and he could see into their lounge. Ruth was lying on the floor still fully dressed but all alone. Not for long for the three guys entered the room carrying armfuls of equipment. It took only a few moments for them to set it all up and suddenly the room was lit from two powerful lights. Ruth's dress was taken off and she was naked. It looked like the cameraman was running his. I pitied that she had to be my mother. She always wore dark color sarees.Often she even slept in the saree. Sometimes she would wear a night gown, the two piece type. An overcoat when she was with me or anyone else was home, and while in her bedroom she took off the overcoat staying in the lingerie that covered her only from the boobs down to the knees, which was hanging on the shoulders on two thin straps. I had been observing her sexual frustration for a long time and didn’t know how to help.